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Eyes closed, Aelda felt the weight of his presence even in his absence, as if Taehyung lingered in the very air around her. Conflicted, torn between the emotions he’d stirred and the darkness he'd revealed, she reached the college with her usual smile—except today, it felt like a mask.
Was she ready to face him again?
Was she ready to look into his eyes and forget the words he’d spoken, words filled with a vengeance that tangled her in a grip she wasn’t sure she could escape?
She sighed, her footsteps carrying her forward in a rhythm that felt unfamiliar, even strange.
Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her shoulder, startling her. The touch was warm, yet there was something in it—an edge she couldn’t quite place. Familiar, yet... dark. She glanced up, meeting the ocean-deep gaze that held so many emotions, yet somehow remained painfully empty. Those eyes carried a sadness that both drew her in and warned her away.
“You’re late, Chubs. Did something happen?” His voice, deep and raspy, sent a shiver down her spine. Towering over her, his presence was like a storm rolling in—intense, unyielding. She felt her throat tighten, forcing a faint, weary smile as she replied, “Uh, no… nothing,” her gaze flickering away from his before she forced herself to look back.
He frowned, his eyes searching her face. The spark he’d seen so many times, that bright, twinkling light, was now clouded with uncertainty.
“Good, then,” he replied, but she could sense his frustration, as if he were trying to piece together an unsolvable puzzle.
“I’m late for class. You should get to yours, too, Taehyung,” she said, trying to create space between them. But the words felt weak, almost hollow, as if the distance that had settled between them last night had suddenly become a chasm.
He simply nodded, a soft “Hmm” leaving his lips, but before she could slip away, his hand caught hers, gripping her firmly, pulling her back in front of him. His veined, muscular hand wrapped around hers, and she felt herself tense under his touch, trapped yet unable to pull away.
